When I tread softly, I crouch low to the ground
Prepared to strike - don't make a sound
Ahead is my prey, sitting, unsuspecting
Leap! Pounce! Claw! Grab! Yeow! Run Away!
Why does Mommy hit me?
That Christmas tree ball was just asking for it
It taunted me - look at the expression on its face
Hmph! I'll just groom myself - regain composure.
What is that? A mouse I see? Funny looking, that.
The way it's attached to Daddy's arm, with those
Oddly shaped legs and tail
I'd best investigate
A tentative sniff, a touch with my paw
Then bite! And hold on for dear life - it's a mutant!
It's my sworn duty in life to kill mutant mice!
Chew! Claw! Dig! Punch! Yipes!
The scruff of my neck seems to be held - look at
Me, I'm flying! Can't seem to move my limbs, though.
Alighting on the chair - better get out of here fast - Zoom!
I'm hungry. Feed me! Feed me! Not chicken stew again!
That new stuff! Feed me! Feed -- Oh yummy! Beef and liver.
Oink! Oink! I love making a pig of myself.
Oh. I am stuffed. Hmm, Mommy's lap. Good place to
Wash up after supper. Clean, lick, wash. Mommy's face
Smells dirty too. Better rake my tongue across her nose and
Cheeks. Why is she laughing so?
Yawn! I'm feeling sleepy. I like the back rub Mommy's giving me.
There's that funny mouse on Daddy's arm again. I'll just
Keep my eye on it, while I - oh, that feels good!
While I - yawn! - While I - zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz. . .